Nearly There

These past few days have been chaos, and there is no sign of things letting up. There is a nasty throat/cough/cold thing going around, and I appear to be the latest victim. Lots of ColdFX and an early night tonight ought to nip that in the bud, and get me geared up for the home stretch.

Yesterday Colorado-Craig and I were stuck at the venue to provide first-aid for the workforce while the remainder of our team (minus docs and nurses) got to go skiing. It was a very slow day, the depressingly lame highlight of which was helping the paramedics test traction aids for their boots.

After last night's win against the Germans, things got a little out of hand, and I went partying with a few Weasel Workers and their out of town friends. It was an oddly quiet night in Whistler Village, so we brought the party back to Creekside, and I was left with the prospect of very little sleep.

The nice sunny weather we'd been enjoying as of late was replaced by a damp and cold snowfall at base elevation this morning. The fog and gloom matched my physical state of being, but luckily the VMO allowed me to hide out in one of our medical tents for a few extra z's in front of the heater.

The first run of the Women's GS was fairly exciting, with some serious behind the scenes drama with two of the girls from the US Ski Team. Apparently, Vonn and Mancuso don't get along too well, and if you saw what happened on TV today, I could help you piece it together when I get home.

A heavy fog rolled in, and kept delaying the start of the second run, until eventually it was postponed until tomorrow. This is bad news, considering tomorrow was going to be my last opportunity to ride Whistler this year. Further bad news, is that it is expected to be a short day, and I am thus not excused from my shift at Whistler Medals Plaza. The good news is that despite two 6 hour shifts tomorrow, Medals Plaza is going to be insane with the presentation of the Gold/Silver for the Women's Bobsleigh, followed by a show from the Roots.

Men's and Women's Slalom, round out the week, and then SpecMed is officially done like dinner. Much partying remains to be had, the hockey continues, the closing ceremonies loom, and my Weasel House pass remains valid until the 28th.